Bran Stark Novels & Stories

Their leader, the bastard, stood in human form, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them. Ariana, who looked down at her feet, avoided looking at her daughter as the men walked toward us, fighting to grab her. I growled, wanting to fight only for him to grab me by my head and literally throw me back on the wall. My heart raced, and fighting, Katerina tried pulling away from one of the men whose arms tightened around her. Alexander sped toward them only to freeze when he was staked in his chest, causing Caterina to cry out. She went to approach him, wanting to pull the stake out only for the man who had her in his arms to snap her neck, causing her body to drop. My heart raced, and

By the way, I think you are strong now because if you were not, you wouldn't have possess this power to argue things with me. Now lay down and make me feel you" He crawled towards her on the bed. "Please don't do this, you need to stop, please". He drew her closed to himself and undressed her gently. Rosela didn't even make an attempt or bother to shout or even scream as she knows that nobody was in the house. Little did she know that, Mrs Bancog was still around. She own a supermarket the lekki as her market was delying to arrive from Dubai.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

Bran is behind the desk, clad in a white robe with a stack of files before him. He lifts his head the moment he senses my presence and removes his glasses. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Elston.” He rises, and I am frozen like I have been struck by lightning. He is the head medic. Riana is going to be shocked if she finds out. “Is there something on my face?” Bran drags a hand across his face. “No. I was just shocked you’re the head medic.” “Ah, that. Barely a few know that. It’s a talent I got from my mother. She was a great healer. I’m not really active. Mostly, I work beside Drogo.”

Curling his lip at the men, he added, “Especially, not to the likes of them. I know this man is Bratva and if you are with him that means you are that or worse. You are all a bunch of criminals and the worst that has ever blackened Russia’s soil.” Sergi stepped forward and acknowledged himself. “My name is Sergi Constantine. I am the head of the Bratva in Russia.” He motioned at Felix. “This is Braaken, my counterpart in the Ukraine. The rest of these men work for us here on American soil.” Dexter snorted. “Like I said, I don’t care who or what you are. You are all lowlifes, murderers and thieves.” “You’d better have a care Mr. Pavel,” Braaken warned the other man. “Your fate is now in our h

he conceded, feeling relieved at some point, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the white bandage. “You want me to speak to him or give out your orders?” “My orders.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips this time, and it felt good, except for that disgusting man wrapped in scarves and black clothing. How do I let Brad know about Enzo’s orders? Brad barged into the room unannounced, wearing a sad look on his face. “Lord Stark is dead.” “What?!”

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

I had finally found the one for me. The next day, I went to the airport to see my family off. On the way back home, I received a call from Brannon. He was inviting me to Kribi. They were celebrating his girlfriend Xaveria’s birthday there and he planned on proposing to her. Brannon was a serious womaniser and I wasn’t sure he was ready to settle down but it wasn’t my place to judge or question him. He was old enough and knew what he was doing. I just prayed he wasn’t making a big mistake and I hoped he didn’t break her heart. I had met Xaveria once and she was a sweet and lovely girl. How she put up with Brannon and his wild ways, I don’t know. Most people mistook me for a play boy but I did

“Are you one of King Vonner’s men. Did he finally send you to stab me in the back? Mr. Starkridge inquired. He didn't get a response from the figure. “Well, if you work for him, I'll make sure to return your head to him as a parting gift!” ” Mr. Starkridge exclaimed, leaping full force at his opponent. He used his scaly tail as a protection by wrapping it around his torso. The person attempted to stab the tail, but his daggers simply glided over the scales. The blades were dented, and the figure stumbled back, colliding with a cabinet behind him.